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To Him That Hath: a Tale of the West of Today by Pseudonym Ralph Connor
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great work and a passion for young life. Under his hand the youth of
the rapidly growing mill village were saved from the sordid and
soul-debasing influences of their environment, were led out of the muddy
streets and can-strewn back yards to those far heights where dwell the
high gods of poesy and romance. From the master, too, they learned to
know their own wonderful woods out of which the near-by farms had been
hewn. Many a home, too, owed its bookshelf to Alex Day's unobtrusive
suggestions.

The Perrotte children were prepared for High School by the master's
quiet but determined persistence. To the father he held up the
utilitarian advantages of an education.

"Your boy is quick--why should not Tony be a master of men some day?
Give him a chance to climb."

"Oui, by gar! Antoine he's smart lee'le feller. I mak him steeck on his
book, you mak him one big boss on some mill."

To the mother the master spoke of social advantages. The empty-headed
Irish woman who had all the quick wit and cleverness of tongue
characteristic of her race was determined that her girl Annette should
learn to be as stylish as "them that tho't themselves her betters." So
the children were kept at school by their fondly ambitious parents, and
the master did the rest.

At the Public School, that greatest of all democratic institutions, the
Perrotte children met the town youth of their own age, giving and taking
on equal terms, sharing common privileges and advantages and growing
into a community solidarity all their own, which in later years brought
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